Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

He looked at Song Shiyu in shock, and then at his own palm, it was unbelievable that he could hit someone with his own hands.It was just a thought, and the call was over. At that time, I didn't know what was going on in my mind, so I just called.

Song Shiyu covered half of her face and stared at her deer-sized eyes. The resentment in her eyes was terrible. Panting heavily, she gritted her teeth and shouted at him: "Song Yaoguang! You beat me because of that mistress!"

Song Yaoguang went blank for a moment, and he replied dully: "I...I didn't...I didn't do it on purpose."

However, Song Shiyu didn't listen to his explanation, she took two steps back, her eyes stared like ghosts, she looked at Song Yaoguang disappointed.

"Song Yaoguang, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? Back then, your mother was by your side when you were the poorest, but now that you have money, you find a mistress. It's really... huh, it really is that dogs can't change eating shit, you and Song Qingzhu In the same way, I suspect that Song Qingzhu is your daughter, and you two have the same virtue."

Song Yaoguang rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his ears were buzzing.

Amidst Song Shiyu's furious words, he made a gesture and raised his voice: "Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

Song Shiyu sneered, her eyes were cold, and she looked at Song Yaoguang with indifference.

From the moment he called just now, her awe of him had completely disappeared.

It's ridiculous to actually beat his daughter for a shameless mistress.

Song Yaoguang rubbed the center of his brows and told her to sit down first. Seeing Song Shiyu sitting down impatiently with an ugly expression on his face, he licked his lips, frowning between his brows, and sat opposite her, clasped his hands, very tangled.

He replied slowly: "Indeed, I fell in love with that girl."

Song Shiyu stared at him, as if she wanted to pop her eyes out, she gritted her teeth.

"I didn't come to hear your love story!" Song Shiyu said coldly, "How do you explain this to your mother? Do you still want to marry two?"

"Don't worry, I don't want to marry her." Hearing this, Song Yaoguang hurriedly replied, seeing her gloomy face, with concern in his heart, he paused before replying slowly, "I'm just playing with her, Don't tell your mother, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Song Shiyu stood up abruptly and sneered.

"Song Yaoguang, are you guilty of saying this? If you have the guts to do it, why don't you have the guts to tell your mother? You still want me to help you hide it? You really think my mother didn't notice, right?"

Song Yaoguang's face turned pale when he heard the words.

"What do you mean? She knows?" He asked nervously.

Song Shiyu sneered, half-closed his eyes, but there was no emotion in them.

"You don't know, right? Mom saw a piece of lipstick in your pocket. It was probably put by that woman. Do you think that woman is a fuel-efficient lamp? If you don't rein in the precipice, you will be the one who will be unlucky. "

Song Yaoguang's expression flickered slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "No, how could she do that."

In his impression, Zhou Fu is considerate, beautiful, generous, young, and never cries or makes trouble. They have common topics, and they can chat from heaven to earth, and from south to north.

When he was in the box back then, he thought she was different, just sitting there, as if isolated from the world, with a cold face and a soft tone, when she smiled, it was like a spring blossoming.

Being with her during this period of time seems to be several years younger, and she is no longer rigid and rigid. More importantly, she is very charming and can always say the right words at the right time.

Moreover, he never gave any pointers to his family, but just silently accompanied him by his side.

Song Shiyu felt upset when she saw that Song Yaoguang was still speaking for that woman.

"What's that woman's name?"

"What are you going to do?"

Song Yaoguang suddenly woke up from the memory, looked at her vigilantly, and said word by word, "Don't trouble her, I will solve this matter well, trust Dad."

Song Shiyu's eyes sank, and the hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist.

She squeezed out the words between her teeth, "Okay, you'd better deal with it quickly, otherwise, I will definitely tell my mother and see how you end up then."

After speaking, Song Shiyu strode away and opened the office door.

Song Yaoguang frowned, his heart fluttered, he paced back and forth in the office, his mind full of thoughts, after a while, he picked up his mobile phone and called her.

"We won't see each other for a while."

Song Shiyu came out of the Song's Building, the sun was about to set, and the wind was gradually blowing around her. She had a serious face, thought for a while, and looked at the photos on the phone, her eyes flickered.

Don't tell her?Hmph, then she will check it herself.

That woman has the ability to be a mistress, so she has to bear the consequences of being a mistress!
Song Shiyu entrusted this matter to a private detective and spent a huge amount of money.

Then she thought about the deal with Wu Yipeng again, and couldn't help frowning. If she contacted Song Qingzhu rashly, she would definitely become suspicious, so she had to find someone else to contact him. So, who should she contact?

Back home, Song Shiyu contacted Zhang Wenxin with a normal heart.

Zhang Wenxin didn't look abnormal, she was sitting on the sofa with her manicure on, unfolding it from time to time and looking at it.

Suddenly she turned her head and saw Song Shiyu's light hands and feet, she asked in surprise: "Why are you walking like this? Your leg is broken?"

"No, no." Song Shiyu froze all over, swallowing subconsciously.

"If not, then sit here." Zhang Wenxin patted the seat next to her, raised her chin, and signaled her to come over.

Helpless, Song Shiyu could only bite the bullet and sit through.

"How about my manicure?"

Zhang Wenxin didn't notice that her complexion was not very good-looking, she spread her hands and showed her fingernails covered with nail polish, her brows and eyes were full of charm.

Song Shiyu glanced at it, "It looks good."

"I think green looks better, what do you think?" Zhang Wenxin painted red, but she thought red was too bright and not as textured as green, so it was really hard to choose.

Song Shiyu pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Zhang Wenxin, who didn't hear the answer, glanced at her, "Why didn't you speak? What's wrong? What happened? Who bullied you?"

Song Shiyu shook her head, very irritable, she had something on her mind, the more she pressed her, the more irritable and flustered she became.

"No no no no!"

Song Shiyu roared impatiently, and after she finished speaking, she got up and ran upstairs.

Zhang Wenxin was yelled at inexplicably and was very puzzled.

What happened to her daughter?Who messed with her?

Could it be that someone bullied her?Could it be that bitch Song Qingzhu again?
Thinking of this, Zhang Wenxin felt uncomfortable, how could her daughter be bullied by that bitch!